photographs silent sunday

to be tamed

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.” “I am a fox,” the fox said. “Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.” “I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.” “Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince. But, after some thought, he added: “What does that mean–‘tame’?”  “It is…

silent sunday

selah {silent sunday}

Saturday, December 15, 2012

the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning My daughter is banging on the piano, my son lamenting because he didn’t get his way, fingerprints are streaked on the windows and toys litter the floors; these things have suddenly became precious to us; today we walk through…


a brief holiday

Saturday, March 17, 2012

I’ve decided to take a needed two week break from this space. After reading this thoughtful post from The Yellow House and this article by Jamie Schler I decided it was a good time to take a step back and reevaluate my time, my heart. Laura and Kelsey also nudged me in the right direction, with their inspiring insights and healthy outlook on life. And that fateful moment…


The Blue Heron Coffeehouse

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

One day, about 14 years ago, Larry and Colleen Wolner decided to give me a job. They had recently purchased one of two coffeehouses in Winona, Minnesota, and were in the process of making it their own. I had worked in that coffeehouse for 2 years, and hoped beyond hope I could stay on staff. They let me, and my life was forever changed. Larry and Colleen were…


New York

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Our trip to New York City was wonderful – we were taken with the city that never sleeps. We did all the tourist-y things: top of the Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. We also ate good food, played chess in the park, spent a day at the Met [European paintings! oh my!], and walked our little selves to our small, but quiet…